'Heh, how laughable. I used to despise the owner of this face more than anyone, and now I've taken on her exact appearance. How utterly ridiculous!'
'I don't even dare to think about the price I paid to become this person. The days I've spent here... they've been worse than Hell. Endless torment, just barely clinging to life. Sometimes, I truly felt I was lower than a dog.'
'Sylvia Blaine, it's all your fault. It's because of you that I've fallen this low. It's all because of you, you bitch! I swear, I will kill you!'
Hatred surged through her. The woman gripped the mirror in her hand, but it was suddenly snatched away.
"From this day forward, you are Sylvia Blaine. You must remember that for me at all times." The Master of the Red Hall tossed the mirror onto the nightstand, her cold eyes fixed on the woman in the bed as she instructed her, word by word.
